[Intro]If I gotta ride, then youse gonna die[Verse 1]I hope niggas ain't really tryna break my bones, 'cause if you areMake sure you know what nickname you want for that tombstonePlay hard as a rock, bullets can break stonesBeak Bad Boys down like Jimmy did Sean CombsI'm hot as an oven, you just a pressing combNot impressed, homes, you should've stayed homeAnd pray that rooftop block you from getting shitted onI gives a fuck if A&R's don't pick up the phoneI swear it's no one like me, but if it isThen I've got a long-lost twin, sort of made me a goonI don't care about friends, I was made to be on my ownI came in this world by myself, and I'm leaving aloneHopefully with a crib that I can call my ownWith a backyard the size of the fucking Georgia Dome, popYou pop shit and I might pop your domeGive your homies a reason to make a memory stoneNiggas weird, they love when the beef is onKnowing that plummet time the only time he'll roamYou'd better hold your breath, I'll give you a walkthrough deathAnd recommend the gun being your chaperoneI know young niggas that look up to Al CaponeAnd they look 17, but I swear that they mind is grownI'm so grown, and the reason I write this way'Pac and Big ghostwriting my songsYou can play the boss, but if you get shot from being on topThen homie, that's your lossShit, I'm nice with itI'll pop your man then leave some money on himSo he can pay for his funeral costs (get it?)These niggas tryna get money like Fort KnoxEither from the rap shit or back down to the cut rockAnd you can play a ballerBut deep inside you know you're just an actorYeah, something like Rick WareYou ain't a thug, homie, you just a foxAnd I'm Mr. Werewolf somewhere in the BoondocksAnd I'm really from the street, so if I ask for beef, homieDon't bring no pork chopsI'll turn your skin to pork, homie, with one chopWith a rusty switchblade that's dirty like bums' socksThey say the flow is crack, so wherever I rapBest believe you can call it a dope spot, bitchI swear I'm gon' ride... and he's gotta dieBitch, it's that Compton shit, niggasOkay... okay... Money by any means, nigga...